Beholder's Powerful Tune
Through thy looking glass Hephaestus doth glares
Truth may shatter and replace with my lies
Roman and Greek profiles turn with cold airs
Thou fervent crimson in my own mind's eyes
Thou speaketh Plato's silver tongue and faze
and play Orpheus's enchanting sound
Bubbling fever rises with passing days
Unbeknownst own intrumentally wound
Venus matter not and Eros with scorned
Thy heart reside in note and perfect pitch
True drum pounded and beat painfully bourned
Forgotten and torn still pounding the stitch
Strings plucked fatally with indifferent tug
With regret, thy be both poison and drug